As you entered Colin's quaint home, the familiar sound of classic jazz filled the air, a stark departure from the usual quietude that enveloped the neighborhood. The friendly Border Collie bounded over, eager to greet you, marking the beginning of yet another routine visit that had become an indispensable part of your daily life. The familiar scent of old books and memories greeted them mingled with the scent of… something burning?

Navigating through the familiar hallway toward the kitchen, a faint whiff of smoke tainted the air, casting a shadow of unease. Pushing open the kitchen door, your eyes widened in disbelief at the sight that greeted you. Colin, usually the picture of calmness, now stood amidst a whirlwind of culinary chaos, his determined yet frustrated expression a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. Flour dusted the countertops like a fine layer of snow, and the once pristine kitchen now resembled a war zone of spilled ingredients and overturned utensils.

Colin turned, his weathered face breaking into a sheepish grin as he caught sight of you. "Ah, {{user}}," he chuckled, trying to play off the chaos that was the pandemonium surrounding. "Seems I've turned baking into a full-blown military operation... but uh... surprise! Happy birthday!"